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“Because you were loud, Tommy. You drove a sports car through a quiet city and thought you’d won. But Vice City doesn’t belong to the man with the biggest gun. It belongs to the woman who cleans up the mess. I don’t want your penthouse. I don’t want your boats. I want the three square blocks behind the airport—the warehouses, the truck stops, the mechanic shops. The places no one sees. That’s where the real money lives. Always has.”

His lieutenants began to vanish. One found a severed horse head in his bed—a message from the Cartel, furious about the blown cover. Another simply drove his Comet off the bridge, the throttle wired open. Paranoia, the papers called it. Grand Theft Auto- Vice City -GTA-VC-

She pauses at the door.